There are voices in me that sing the morning
Fissures of me that are racked with pain
Every time I breathe I can feel a different space.
Holding these orbs together I have made a full-time job
Receptionist and stenographer
Motion and regression, with gravity preventing
the whole shebang from tearing apart.
Levity visits and we share a moment of togetherness
Physics lessons remembered,
Torment forgotten —
for me it isn’t.
This is what we have
This is where I am
The point of everything,
Our joy punctuated by terror.
Dark as it sounds, it’s not the whole story
— I don’t know that yet.
I have struggled for too long to calculate the pattern
Now, I work in construction.
My life is a complete mystery to me
And I intend for it to remain so.